6:30 a.m., 75* with a feels like of 90. Summer is not over.
By 10:30 humidity still clings to the bottom of our sliding glass doors and this long weekend, the one that ushers a change of seasons to so many, just means an extra day at the beach for us locals.
Beach side parking was taken by 9AM and we had to go further south to a smaller stretch of shore where the outgoing tide licks against the boulders placed there to hold against erosion. This is my calming place. Though today less so as I wrestle with allergy issues and, really, this humidity was kicking my live-in-a/c spoiled body! I was tempted to forget it. We were there Saturday, really, maybe let it go this time.
We walked. Walked to where the crowds were, the ones who got to the parking before us, the ones with lots of kiddies enjoying the bath water temperature of the ocean. We walked my photographer walk which is stopping a lot along the way. The sun beating harder today and no wind. None!
We decided a lot of people go to the beach like people go to church. In church, you have Christmas and Easter folks and with the beach, you have Memorial Day, July 4th and Labor Day. Church needs to come up with one more holiday!
I seldom go in the water. Salt water sticks to you and who knows what’s down there around your feet. No, I don’t care much to go all the way in, just to let it lap at my feet like today as it rolled out. A few times it caught me with a bigger spray and I was surprised to find sand on the back of my shoulders when I got home. It felt good, those splashes. And all the while we were there these words soothed my tender heart:
If His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking!